"Only by completely killing the Creator can I break free from all shackles."
Mad's answer took Angel by surprise. But thinking back, it seemed to make some sense. Just... the logic was a little... skewed.
However, whether Mad could ultimately kill the Creator, Angel didn't particularly care. Right now, he was more interested in knowing when he could leave this place.
Angel looked up at the sky, watching the grey mist roll above their heads.
Mad seemed to have guessed Angel's thoughts and said, "They are preparing to leave here to spread the faith of performance studies outside the Xinnai Land."
"However, they don't dare come down right now."
Angel: "Huh?"
Mad glanced at Angel: "Because Lady Shava is here, they don't dare to descend."
